Tim, I chose your poem because I greatly admired the sense of humor conveyed in the symmetrical stanzas, and because, well, I had a grandmother that talked that way! I’m very happy about your winning poem.That's kind of nice, that my poem about dirty-talking grandmothers resonates with someone other than just me. Below, please find my award-winning piece.
More Than a Rooster
Ecology is a dangerous thing.
To know so much about the world
except why grandmother's golden
rooster flashed his wings, crowed,
Chased me round her circle driveDive-bombing my feet.
I eyeballed a toy ball bat,
Orange savior in the primrosed path.
I hit him hard,
Hit him hard again.
Pullet proud, cocksure.
It is hard to know how
Good it feels to hurt something
To make another thing fear,
To hear my grandmother calling from her porch,
"Smack the son of a bitch!"
3 comments:
This and winning Monda's weekly contest all in one weekend!! Congrats, Timothy!!!
Candace is right - it's a banner week for you, mister!
That poem sneaks up on you. I love it.
Go celebrate your wins!
I wasn't expecting the end of this! I like it!
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